1/4/2012 - Quote
My heart skips a beat.
This isn’t love. Fear grips me.
I slow my breathing, place two trembling fingers over the beating in my wrist.
I count.
I breathe in, and then exhale.
For every missed beat,
For that silent lull,
my heart beats double
and then resumes it’s natural pace.
Fear is slowly filling those lulls
and that makes them come more often.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump………..thump-skip-thump thump thump thump
I’m not too young for this
but not nearly old enough.
“Less bacon”, I think.
“More exercise”
These things haunt me before I sleep at night…
